John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

41. The King Of The Vasse 5/21/2012
42. The Dog Guard: An Australian Story 5/21/2012
43. Inscription To Western Australia 5/21/2012
44. The Useless Ones 5/20/2012
45. Western Australia 5/20/2012
46. Night Thoughts 1 5/20/2012
47. Night Poetry 2 5/20/2012
48. My Troubles 5/20/2012
49. The Pilgrim's Fathers 5/20/2012
50. To-Day 5/20/2012
51. To A.S. On His Daughter's Wedding 5/20/2012
52. From The Heights 5/20/2012
53. Poet And Lord 5/20/2012
54. Written Under A Portrait Of Keats 5/20/2012
55. Trust 5/20/2012
56. The Press Evangel 5/20/2012
57. Under The River 5/20/2012
58. Spring Flowers 5/20/2012
59. Songs That Are Not Sung 5/20/2012
60. To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman 5/20/2012
61. Life Is A Confluence 5/20/2012
62. The Temple Of Friendship 5/20/2012
63. Waiting 5/20/2012
64. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
65. An Art Message 5/20/2012
66. Conscience 5/20/2012
67. Dying In Harness 5/21/2012
68. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
69. Chunder Ali’s Wife 5/21/2012
70. Dolores 5/21/2012
71. Destiny 5/21/2012
72. The Dead Who Died For Ireland 5/20/2012
73. The Monster Diamond 5/21/2012
74. The Poison-Flower 5/21/2012
75. The Feast Of The Gael 5/21/2012
76. Peace And Pain 5/21/2012
77. The Three Queens 5/21/2012
78. Prometheus - Christ 5/21/2012
79. Unspoken Words 5/20/2012
80. The Dukite Snake 5/20/2012
Best Poem of John Boyle O'Reilly

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Read the full of A White Rose

406 [unfinished]

I do not know the meaning of the sign,
But bend before its power, as a reed bends
When the black tornado fills the valley to the lips.
Three times in twenty years its shape has come
On lines of fire on the black veil of mystery;
At first, tho' strange, it seemed familiar,
And lingered on the mind as if at rest;
The second time if flashed a thrill came, too,
For supernature spoke, or tried to speak;

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